[Ribs that expand and contract just a little more rapidly than they should as he softens beneath the pass of the other man's hands, breath growing that more shallow and rapid still in the wake of the words that leave Thistle's lips. If you're going to be mine, he says, and unlike the younger man Julian is unable to keep the the heat from once again visibly rising in his face.
Because he likes that, he does, wants it with a startling urgency. All of this, ending up in this alien place in a way that could never have been predicted, the confusion and alarm it has caused-- despite all of it, there's something in it that significantly appeals to the likes of him. And to have it offered to him now by someone he knows and likes and yes wants, well. He can't bring himself to regret it.
And so he allows himself to be dragged down to stooping in order to receive the kiss, and when the brush of the magician's lips leaves him, he bites his lip, quite flustered.]
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Because he likes that, he does, wants it with a startling urgency. All of this, ending up in this alien place in a way that could never have been predicted, the confusion and alarm it has caused-- despite all of it, there's something in it that significantly appeals to the likes of him. And to have it offered to him now by someone he knows and likes and yes wants, well. He can't bring himself to regret it.
And so he allows himself to be dragged down to stooping in order to receive the kiss, and when the brush of the magician's lips leaves him, he bites his lip, quite flustered.]
I uh, well yes. I suppose, really, I should.